A long and lonely seven days is time enough to tryto get the better of my ways, and if not, to drown and dieI've seen the Park a zillion times, and in my mind I've walkedthe Belvedere a million times, and gazed on up and talked

I said the things I've said before - that's really useless, butThere is no language to describe the comfort that I gotThey say the Bengal tiger only bites what it can chewThey also say a bird will always go back to where it flew

And they talk about

The distance and the sea of waves that's in betweenMusing on discrepance I will see that none of them has seenThe depth and grandeur of your fearAnd the beauty I find here

The bigger the Atlantic gets, the closer you and IThere ain't sufficient water there to match me when I cryColossal choirs of angels won't outharmonize your voiceIt sings inside my head; I wish it didn't but I get no choiceAnd I'm saying things I've said before - that's really useless, butIt's not as bad as silence, that's the loudest voice I've got

They say a clever tiger only bites what it can chewThey also say a bird will always go back to where it flew

And they talk about

The distance and the sea of waves that's in betweenMusing on discrepance I will see that none of them has seenThe depth and grandeur of your fearAnd the beauty I find here